Thursday, 8.46pm

About to play … I’ve just been up to my study, and prepared the headmaster’s office. We’re in the Oxfordshire Approved School; Miss Temple (Haron) has just caught young Miss Grey (Graham) trying to escape – indeed, more seriously, having trieed to organise a mass escape of the girls resident here. When the door knocks, in a few minutes, they’ll be standing outside in role.

The curtain’s drawn; the desk is set ready; canes are in the stand. (I wonder which I’ll use? One of the more severe ones, I think). Ropes are carefully placed – just out of sight, in case I decide that a girl needs her ankles tying to hold her in place.

I’m changed, wearing a suit. I’ve even put on a tie for the occasion. (Amusingly, I only ever seem to wear ties these days when spanking girls – never for business!). Our cat’s just wandered in to see what’s going on – I think I’d better throw her out…

Oh, how I love the anticipation that comes from being on the verge of playing a good scene.

9.08pm

Scene over. Girl soundly caned; to be comforted. Notes on the scene to be compared.

That was good!!

Friday morning, 6.26am

As is so often the case, I’m the first person to wake in the house. The memories of an excellent scene flooded back as soon as I walked into my office. The cane’s hanging on the back of the chair; my computer screen still read “Oxfordshire Approved School”.

Miss Grey was surprisingly defiant, given her predicament. I had to explain that the Approved School regime was designed to help her – that her delinquency before joining us had been such that our establishment was all that stood between her and the gaol system.

She already understood that a visit to my study would mean a caning, and admitted that she’d been caned once before. “How many strokes did you receive on that occasion?” “Twelve, sir.” I’d, needless to say, bear that in mind when determining her punishment.

“Please remove your skirt and hand it to Miss Temple…. Neatly!” And then, to Miss Grey’s apparent mortification, came the instruction to remove her knickers and then to bend over the desk. I could then complete my own preparations: jacket off, cufflink removed, shirt sleeve rolled up, (senior) cane selected from the stand. A quick hand spanking followed to warm the bent-over girl up as much as I ever do whilst trying to maintain a degree of authenticity in the (very unauthentic!) scene!

She’d confessed to a dozen strokes as her previous punishment, so that was clearly the starting point for what followed. A very conventional caning, this, done by the book: each whack administered hard, a “thank you, sir” afterwards, a ten or twenty second pause to let the impact of the stroke sink it. The weals rising on Miss Grey’s backside were most impressive; she was gasping at the hardest strokes, but taking her thrashing very bravely and valiantly.

After the twelfth, I informed the young lady that she would receive six more – but that she didn’t need to count these. I administered them hard, in quick succession, and the punishment was over. I lectured her as I re-adjusted my shirt, threading my cufflink back into position, before making her stand and sort out her own clothing. And then, after a final few words from me and a final defiant glance from Miss Grey, Miss Temple escorted the young lady on her way and the door shut behind them…